Nine Feet Underground

May is approaching fast,  yet the tendrils of winter are still upon us.  I'm trying to stick to wearing T-shirts, but it's becoming a challenge.  (N.B. Not just T-shirts, ofc.) In sharp contrast to the missing spring weather here, 'Married At First Sight Australia' brings a lot of sunshine, be it from Sydney, the Gold Coast, Perth or wherever.  As many of you know, I am a regular viewer, in fact, you might even say I am a 'fan' (Steady on!)  There are some solid reasons for this (see me to discuss), but I won't write about those reasons here. Instead, I am going discuss some of the phrases that appear to be common parlance amongst Australians of a certain age, or maybe all Australians. (I could write about the fact that men don't seem to wear socks with shoes, but I'll skip that. Just an observation.) 'It's not my jam': You might think this is a phrase to be used in a kitchen. I don't really like jam (though I do like marmalade), so i

Today looks a little more Spring-like - it's less cloudy, there's been some sunshine and so far, no rain. As the woman on the bread stall said earlier, it is a bit fresh though. I'm gradually switching over to wearing T-shirts, in a bid to either encourage a change in the weather or become as tough as a Geordie - whichever comes first.  There is a third option, but we'll ignore that for now. It's Syd Barrett/'Have You Got It Yet?' if you're asking. I think I will be having a quiet Saturday, apart from the usual things that Saturday entails.  It is Record Store Day today, but as I'm trying to break away from physical media, then I'm just letting it happen. I'm still not convinced about the vinyl solution, apart from the aesthetics of the sleeve. Musically, I'm heading for the High-Res saloon. This week, I have mostly been listening to the new albums by The High Llamas ('Hey Panda') and Julia Holter ('Something In The Room She M

There are a million thoughts all clamouring to escape, but it's not possible to write so many parallel thoughts and be intelligible even though it is possible to think them simultaneously. Life as a Venn diagram.  Separate parts of life coalesce into one life: the intersections overlap entirely into a single set, containing everything. Ziggy Stardust final show; Pandas; M. John Harrison; dipole centre cut at 300Mhz; walking boots; clutter/decluttering; Vinted; Logotherapy; Tom's Studio; Berlin; Bandpass filter; Phaedra; Eternity (CK); MAFSA; Some Velvet Morning; LIBSO; Friars Aylesbury; Amsterdam; ROPAL; noise annoys; Prague; stasis; Drag City; Cork; and so on. Live every day as if it is the last, in whatever way that works for you. (Make it so) The High Lamas /  'Hey Panda'   / 'Hey Panda' [[ ]]

We're well into April, but this is my first post.  Why?  Choose one from the following list: Couldn't be bothered; Abducted by aliens; Busy 'doing' life; or,  all of the above. Since my last post I've spent a few days in my adopted second home of Liverpool.  During this stay, Q and I went and saw a celebration of the songs of Lennon & McCartney called ' Come Together ', watched the film ' Wicked Little Letters ' at the Everyman cinema, and saw Say She She live at Hangar 34. That's retirement! (To be sung and crowbar-ed into 'That's Entertainment' by The Jam. Give it a go, it doesn't really fit, but if you try hard enough...) 'Come Together' was well-performed and, a times, funny, though it did play fast and loose with the facts.  In particular, I'm damn sure they implied that 'Abbey Road' was recorded AFTER 'Let It Be', which it clearly wasn't.  Not only that, but the linking segments omitted a